In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks

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Sunday, May 11, 2014

Three Things

This
week I am thinking of three things:
clouds, pockets and revelations.

As
a kid I watched “Bewitched” re-runs after school. Sometimes Samantha would join her mother in
the clouds for a witch to witch conference.
They would argue with each other completely oblivious to their
surroundings. Apparently in that
universe it was normal for witches to meet in the clouds. How wonderful to wiggle your nose and ride a
cloud for an afternoon.

What
does this world look like from that cloud, sitting higher than birds soar?

Perspective
is everything. Our planet is full, and
getting fuller of people and we all have unique perspectives on the world, the
neighborhood, the view of the lake, if Mrs. Green looks good in pink. We all have different points of view. How wonderful!

What
about your point of view on the life’s journey?

How are you doing?

Have
you figured out who you are yet?

I'm still working on it.

For
a short while, years back, I was a daycare teacher for the three and four year
olds. One month we were teaching the kids about
the five senses. I went to the resource
room to find games to go along with the theme.
The one I found for “touch” is on my mind this week:

Place random objects in a pillow case of
different size and shape, such as a block, paperclip, action figure, rock, a string. One by one a child places their hand into the
bag, selects one item and guessing what it is only by touch.

It
was a success! The kids seemed to enjoy
it.

Revelation

I witnessed a man having a revelation, and it is haunting me. He is in his 70’s. The
expression on his face was a moment of clarity. I saw it. It hit me hard. A true WOW.

It was as if, for a second, the great mystery of life was revealed to
him. It looked as if he could see his life unfolding before his eyes,
the important parts floating by, and now he could see, NOW he knew who he was,
what his life had been about all those years!

It
was as if he finished reading that one page from a long mystery novel when all
is revealed!

When you find out whodunnit and scream, "WHAT? It was him?"

And
at that moment I thought about the hidden objects in the pillow case and riding
the clouds. I thought about clues hidden
by life’s veil, a rock that we carry with us forever in our mind's pocket,
something we play with and touch, to see if it is still there, wondering the
great wonder of what it is. A stone we get
to hold and view ONE time.

2 comments:

Thoughtful piece, Shannon. Seems like those moments of insight, when the wave realizes it's actually the ocean, catch us when we're not looking for truth so much as observing what's in front of us...reaching into the pillow and not caring particularly what we'll find. That's when we encounter something wonderful. Happy Monday After Mother's Day!